Sometimes I write and save things in a folder on my computer titled “My Mess” …it’s kinda my journal. I go back through it from time to time when I need inspiration or something…today, I came across this post and Lord knows I needed it. It’s funny how much sense we make if we just listen to our own advice.
Who I want to be:
I want to be a fit, strong, sexy and confident woman. I want to inspire people to be better and help others find fitness. I want to matter to someone. I want to FEEL love the same way I give it. I want to know someone who I can be so brutally honest with that it almost hurts, but just almost.
I never want to have to hide who I want to be. I never want to feel like I’m walled off from who I can be.
I want to run, be free, just be…in nature, in the world.
I want to see things – beautiful things, things that haven’t been made but have been created.
I want to see sunsets in every state and run miles down a beach until I collapse in laughter and just breathe in the salty air.
I want someone to share in my passions, whatever they may be. I want someone to believe in me to the point it almost seems toxic, but just almost.
I never want to be afraid.
Not of anything.
Especially not of becoming exactly who I am.